Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

216. The Strange Behavior of Ayu

We didn't see the movie, the night is coming soon. We also left Gara with no strings attached to her, afraid that the boy would seek out the whereabouts of the two of us. What if she cries? I also thought about the boy.

Along the way I did not talk much, more to harbour the curiosity of anger and also very upset because I could not watch the film.

Geez why does it feel like I'm just a kid? I really want to see this movie!

It feels like crying too, even though it is just a movie that we will one day be able to see also on the HP screen.

"Why keep pouting anyway?" asked Arga while poking my cheek. I clasped his hand, feeling bad about his treatment. I don't know, but today he took me out shopping a lot, but since I couldn't watch a movie I was so upset with him.

"Well, the story?" ask him again.

I'm still quiet. Not glancing at him at all.

"When we go back to the movies, we'll find a movie that's coming in the afternoon, okay?"

I glanced at him he spoke earnestly, smiled briefly then refocused on the street in front of him.

"You promise next time?" I asked him to ask for certainty, yes it should be like that. Don't let him break a promise to me.

"Yes of course next time, now it's almost night, because it must be looking for us."

I just follow him. Although it feels sad and upset but I'm sure if he won't break his promise to me.

Arga drove this car at a moderate pace, the streets were getting crowded because many people were coming home on almost Maghrib. It seems like they are overtime, or there are some companies that open their jobs from 6 am to 6 pm. The longer the atmosphere on the streets is getting crowded and makes the streets become crowded and sometimes jammed. I don't like traffic jams a little, since it used to make me claustrophobic with the pollution.

I haven't driven a car in the middle of such a traffic jam for a long time that it feels like my stomach is getting a little nasty, nauseous when the smell of exhaust fumes and others gushes into my nose.

I'm trying hard to withstand the turmoil inside of me so as not to vomit inside here. It would be very uncomfortable and also disgusting to see it.

It was not until an hour later that we arrived at the front of the house, as usual, Gara greeted us by running from the inside of the house. He hugged my feet tightly.

"Where did Mom and Dad go?" ask the boy when the price has arrived next to me.

"We've been shopping" Arga answered her son's question.

"Why so long? I was not invited either" the boy protested with his lips.

"This was sudden, not planned either. Please call Mbak, tell them to lift all these groceries inside" Arga said, asking for help from his son.

Gara always happily smiled and then ran into the house. The child shouted loudly calling the other caregivers and assistants.

It wasn't long before the two assistants came and helped bring us some of our groceries.

I went into the room, to clean myself up. It felt a little uncomfortable after traveling far away today. Actually not far too, but this is a pretty draining activity. Honestly, maybe because I have not exercised for a long time, then walking for a while and lifting groceries into a fairly heavy activity.

After taking a shower, I used to decorate myself in front of the mirror, since living with Arga, I have often paid attention to myself. It's because he asked. The first time it felt weird too. Previously I only took care of myself at home, but this time hanging out with my brother made me also have a wider friendship. Yes, although sometimes I feel that I do not fit them, because like her husband, the wives also try to do business outside the home. Several times I accompanied my aunt for the arisan event held by the mothers of the wives of famous businessmen in this city.

Actually Arga did not force me to also follow aunt's activities, but I felt bad if I refused her wishes. He has kindly invited me and introduced me to the vast world. I learned so much from them, from my own experience. Many of them are abandoned by husbands, they know if their husbands have other dream women outside, therefore they dress up crazy and spend a lot of money husband for their own beauty.

To this day I still do not want to do anything like that. Simple life for me is the most important thing. Although it felt that it was now a little difficult because Arga, who was constantly telling me to spend her money.The more I shopped, the more she gave me money.

I put night cream on my face. This object is still relatively cheap than the property of socialite mothers who buy makeup at exorbitant prices. Unlike me who loves to use makeup the price of ordinary people.

The smell of something smelled from outside the room, I was curious about the fragrance, it was sweet and seemed savory to make this stomach feel hungry. I thought for a moment and changed my clothes with ordinary clothes and a short headscarf. Then quickly out of the room to look for the fragrance. At a table in the dining room, I saw a box. When I got closer to the box it was true that the fragrant aroma came out from there.

I don't know who this box belongs to, and why it's here, the smell of it makes me so tasteful.

Looking to the right and to the left, there was no one in this room. The house is very quiet. I was looking for someone, wanted to ask who the box belonged to. Why is there no one here at all?

With a slow step I approached back towards the box, slightly opened it and peeked at what it contained. Nothing strange, it's just a cake. From the smell I thought it was a black glutinous cake with a banana cut on it.

I glanced back to the right and left, around the house that was just lonely.

I'll just wait, it's not good to suddenly take people's food without excuse.

This leg I stepped away from the thing, because I was so scared that my hand could not control and even messed up everything here.

Unfortunately, that intention and that desire are two different things. My intention was to wait for someone to come, but my desire overcame everything, so I turned back and approached the box.

"This who's got? I asked for a little!" I asked who I was, I pointed my sentence to the person who owns this box. I took the knife not far from the sink, cut the cake with a small size, maybe only one cm thin. It's not mine, I just want to ask for a little. I hope the people who have it will not be angry.

A sweet cake with a tempting aroma I deliver into the mouth. Little by little because I don't want to miss the moment of enjoyment. It feels a pity if the good food just quickly goes into the throat.

I've finished one piece, it feels if cutting it a little more will not matter, right?

I cut the cake again as big as before, then slowly I enjoy it while shaking this leg under the chair. I remember, if Gara ate a really good meal she would do something like this too, wiggling her legs under the chair.

I still want one more piece. I glanced to the right and left again, circulating my gaze throughout the house. Still no one there. "Tumben once no one," I muttered, still getting around but hand cut the cake. Calmly and fearlessly returned to enjoying the meal into my mouth.

The taste of a blend of black sticky rice and bananas melted in the mouth. I like this cake because it is very soft, the sweetness also fits not excessively. Bananas on it I took one by one and I put them in my mouth.

Em .. It feels so good. Where does anyone sell a cake like this? I wanted.

"Well, what are you doing!" a voice from behind me. I looked at her with my mouth full of cake. My husband walked in quick steps and approached me. He looked at the box of cookies I had opened.

"The cake is delicious, you want it?" ask my husband.

I shook my head still while chewing on the cake that was inside my mouth, full as I put it in again and again. The cake was so delicious that I seemed addicted.

"Geez Ayu, you don't eat this indiscriminate food of people's!" he said again with a confused face.

"Who does this have?" asked me still relaxed, again I cut the cake which unconsciously almost spent half a circle of the cake alone.

"It's Mba Nuri's, to visit a neighbor who is sick," said Arga seen scratching behind his ear. He felt so guilty, I felt so ordinary.

"Why are you, Yu? It's not usually weird like this, you know?" said husband. He pulled the chair beside me and sat there.

"I'm not papa, where am I weird?" ask me confused. Take responsibility for the cake in my hand. I put the food back in my mouth, it feels very delicious when eating for a long time. Slowly chew it and feel it on the tongue.

"You're weird not usually like this. Are you sick?" asked Arga back while sticking the back of her hand on my forehead.

I glanced at Arga in annoyance. How many times has she said I was sick. I don't feel any pain at all. I just let it go, didn't respond with words, just let the man guess. Healthy people are sick!

"But his forehead is not hot" he said confusedly.

"Yes I am not sick, it will not be hot" I said lazily. The food in hand was gone, once again I cut the cake, this time the size was enlarged.

"Toget stop. It belongs to someone else" he said, holding my hand that would put food in his mouth.

I looked at Arga in annoyance. I pulled my hand violently and put the food in and enjoyed it. No one can stop me from eating this delicious cake.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. This is someone else's cake you want to spend?"

I didn't answer just smiling in response to his words. Again and again my mouth received the sweet food with great pleasure.

"Later if you've just changed this. Because I want to. Later you will replace it with Mbak Nuri," I said with no care. Arga rubbed his face violently when he saw the cake in front of me getting less and less.

Someone from a distance came and approached us. He was glued to the dining table, staring at the box that was now in front of me, its contents had been reduced by almost half.

"It's Nuri's mama's, isn't it?" asked Arga pointing at the box in front of me.

"Yes sir, it's mine" said the woman staring at the cake in my hand.

"Mbak Nuri is so sorry. I saw it and called no one came. How I feel I want to eat this" I said and put a large piece of the cake in my mouth.

The woman smiled involuntarily, pulling both corners of her lips to the side.

"It's okay please enjoy it, later I will make another one again" said the woman with a stiff smile on her lips.

Arga looks unpleasant to the woman, while I who usually feel a lot now even become indifferent.most importantly my tongue feels the pleasure of this food.

"I'm sorry, Madam Nuri. I apologize for the behavior of Ayu's mother. This is to compensate for the loss of making the cake," said Arga as he reached into his wallet and issued three hundred thousand bills to Nuri.

"Eh sir this is mostly, the cost of making it is also not up to a hundred thousand," said the woman refused the money that Arga gave.

"It's okay to just take this. Even if it is more use for other snacks," said my husband insisted.

Mbak Nuri nodded her head and then accepted the money. He no longer refused.

"So this is Ma'am Nuri who made her own?" ask him. I just found out if he's good at making cakes. Because as long as I was here this woman hardly ever cooked at all. Yes, maybe also because there is a special cooking assistant.

"It's actually an old hobby, it hasn't been done for a long time. Yesterday was just a fad to make again, for Mother Nur, our neighbor who is very sick," said the woman. I'm trying to remember who here by the name of Bu Nur?

"Which Mother?" ask him about me.

"That's Loh Bu, whose house is the end of here, whose paint color is Ijo," said the woman again while pointing in the distance there.

I tried to remember, but the one I caught in my memory was a woman who gossiped when a vegetable vendor passed by.

"That's not it?" I asked Mama Nuri.

"It's not that it's the house next door. What I mean is that if every morning selling pecel," he replied once again.

I nodded my head in understanding. If the house is I know, but the man I don't know him at all. "What is he sick of?" I asked a little curious, while re-inserting the food into the mouth, the taste was getting better and better.

"Yesterday fell in the bathroom anyway, Mom. His head was hit he also had a history of high blood, so his body was numb next door, a stroke," Nuri said once again.

I nodded in understanding. He ate the pecel he made several times and it tasted really good.

"If you'll excuse me, ma'am, sir, I'd like to leave to see the state of the oma." Mbak Nuri pamit then went to the back. Before he disappeared from my sight I called him back.

"Tomorrow can you make me a cake like this? I ask for help" I said to the woman. He nodded his head while smiling to say if he could. The materials he bought were still enough to make me. I smiled because I could still eat the delicious food tomorrow.

"You are weird!" say my husband back.

I didn't care, took the last piece of cake that was in the box and sent it to my mouth. It felt so good that I could ignore the strange look of my husband.

Arga was speechless looking at me who was still eating.he was seen swallowing his saliva with great difficulty. His gaze was not diverted from the last piece of cake that was in my hand. He drew closer to me, his one hand outstretched to reach for the food at hand. I immediately kept him out of Arga's reach.

"May I ask for a little?" asked the man with a grim smile.

"No, the food is over!" I said while putting everything in my mouth, making Arga cluck with annoyance.